Early in the morning, Song Tan came back to his senses from meditation and looked at the messages: ...
Speaking of which, Qiaoqiao's treatment this year can still be improved, right?
She forwarded the message exactly to Xiaoyang, looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and sighed again.
The sound of rain was unceasing, spiritual energy was difficult to gather in the crisscrossing rain curtains, and then dissipated to the surroundings, round and round.
Once the rain stops, Yunqiao Village will be busy.
No wonder, the vitality of weeds is much more vigorous than ordinary crops, and their ability to compete for nutrients is also stronger. You can't go to the fields in the rain, and when the rain stops, I'm afraid the whole Yunqiao Village will be lush with weeds and sparse soybean seedlings.
But if you don't cultivate, the heavy rain washes away the nutrients from the soil and then seeps underground, making the previously built foundation gradually thinner.
